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The sand gave way beneath her bare feet, allowing her to sink into the soft, wet beach with every step. She stared down at the pristine, smooth sand stretched out before her, smiling to herself at the anticipation of feeling it squish between her toes. She looked back at the trail already washed away by the surf. She felt alone, at peace without the healers hovering over her.

Not that she was ever alone anymore. Nor that the healers didn’t have a good reason for wanting to keep an eye on her.

Alcmene’s eyes dropped to the enormous swell of her belly obscuring her view of her feet. She was far larger than was comfortable! Not that she’d heard pregnancy was comfortable, but this was much, much worse. She was thankful that at least in this moment, the foal seemed to be sleeping. When he got to moving, the pressure and kicks against her insides and bones were almost agonizing.

She lifted her hands, gently caressing the pale flesh stretched out before her. She didn’t have any dresses or gowns large enough to hide the product of her rape at the hands of the centaur tribe. Part of her was glad for that. She had a reminder now of the dangers of charging into a situation without taking a minute to think about the repercussions. She could cover herself with a loose skirt or trousers and cover her top with a tiny little tunic, or a cloak fastened shut just below her laden breast as she had now, but that swell was always there, reminding her to be mindful of the future and the consequence of every action.

Her eyes closed slowly as tears welled up, blurring her vision. Her hands balled and she pushed down the urge to beat her fists against her globe. It was not the child’s fault. It was Nessus. He forced himself into her, forced her to endure hours of agony. He forced his foal into her belly and her sister’s. He took Amphinome away from her.

They had arrived moments apart back to the Doujin after their escape from the centaurs. They clutched at each other’s swollen bodies. They wept into one another’s hair. Then they began to heal.

At least, Alcmene did. Amphinome never truly recovered from her ordeal. Then again, neither did Alcmene, but in an entirely different fashion. While she was both terrified of the memory of what happened, she was irrationally attracted to large phalluses and the equine physiology. Horses were suddenly an object of erotic desire to her, and their penises… she quivered just at the thought of one.

Her sister screamed, sobbing in terror whenever she beheld anything horse related. She would collapse into a shaking mass, shrieking and howling as she relived her ceaseless weeks of rape. Then one day she didn’t come down to breakfast. They found Amphinome in a bed of blood, a dagger clutched loosely in one hand and dozens of stab wounds in her belly. For the first time since they’d gotten back, Alcmene had thought her sister looked at peace.

Giving a heavy sigh, Alcmene forced her eyes open and blinked away the tears. She would miss her sister until the day she joined her in the Celestial. Her big sister had always been her rock, her strong place she could depend on growing up, but even the strongest foundation cracked under too much pressure.

She had to stop as a sudden shift in her belly nearly pitched her off balance. She spread her wings out behind her and took a step back, shifting her center of gravity as quickly as she could so she wouldn’t tumble into the sand. She watched her flesh roll, straining against the outline of a faint little horse leg shifting and adjusting to roll the child within slowly to one side.

When her tummy was still again, she felt a smile spread over her lips and let her gentle palm glide over the nearly invisible outline atop her swell. “All settled now?” She cooed. “You nearly pitched mommy to the ground! Neither one of us would have been very happy if you made me fall on you!”

As if he could understand, Alcmene felt the child shift ever so slightly on the bottom of her belly as he shifted his head more toward her groin. She moaned softly at the magical feeling of life moving against her from the inside. There was nothing quite like it she’d ever experienced before. Not even a big ol’-…

She clamped her eyes shut and shook her head. Musn’t let herself devolve into trying to frig herself on the beach now! She was getting so good at thinking like a Warden again, plunging her hand into her trousers to diddle away was a step in the wrong direction!

“Why aren’t you in the tower!?” an angry voice called to her from behind.

She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. The healers found her, finally. Took them long enough. Then again, she was careful to walk in the surf where her footprints would be erased quickly enough. Slowly, she turned herself around and folded her wings along her back once again.

It wasn’t one of the Wardens in their white robes coming to scold her, but a familiar face upon a young human body wrapped in flowing purple robes.

“Manawyhn!” she cried and tried to lurch toward him with her arms spread to either side. She instantly regretted it. Her center of gravity pitched forward and her eyes widened. She stumbled two steps, then three. She clutched at her belly, as if to pick it up before she dropped it to the ground.

The young male’s strong hands grabbed her shoulders and helped her to regain her balance. “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” he scolded. “You could fall and hurt yourself and no one would ever find you!”

She felt heat rise in her pale cheeks and was sure they were turning a nice, rosy color. “But I’m not alone. You’re here with me.”

Manawyhn’s scowl softened and he smiled gently. “Yes, I’m here with you now.” His hands slowly slid down from her shoulders and rested on the expanse of her middle. His rough, calloused fingertips dragging over her taut flesh made her quiver as little jolts tingled outward from the touch. “How are you feeling?”

She stared down at his hands for a moment then rubbed the bit of her rounded flesh between them. Her wings shrugged lightly and she sighed. “For the moment, fine. He was doing somersaults all morning. Kicking, prodding, shoving his head into my hip. It hurts so much when he’s awake and active, but now he’s pretty relaxed.”

The human smiled and nodded slowly. “I can imagine. You’re an angel carrying a horse-sized baby. Literally. I’m honestly surprised you’re still able to stand up on your own!”

“It isn’t easy,” she corrected. “Sometimes I lose my balance.”

“Clearly,” he said with a wink, He turned and offered her his purple-clad arm politely. “Is there any particular place you were headed or were you just enjoying the warm island air?”

She smiled with another little blush and looped her arm with her friend’s. One slow step at a time, she began to lead Manawyhn back down the beach the way she had come. “There is a little nook up here. Around the bend, an old palm fell down and made itself a nice little seat to stare into the Endless Sea on. A mermaid showed it to me the last time I escaped down here, after my sister…”

Her eyes teared again and her head bowed with the weight of her sadness. Before she could wipe away her sorrows, Manawyhn’s calloused fingertips were at her cheeks, gently showing away the tears she unwillingly shed.

“I had heard about what happened,” he said, his voice low and sullen. “I’m truly sorry, Alcmene. I won’t lie and say I’ve lost anybody as close to me as you have, but if I could take that pain from you, I would.”

She felt the corners of her mouth curl slightly and turned to stare into his kind eyes. “Thank you,” she croaked. “I’m fine. It will just take some time. But I think it will always hurt. She always took care of me. Even before we were brought here.”

He merely nodded and pat her arm. His movements felt stiff and awkward, but the gesture alone warmed her heart. She smiled up at him again and leaned over to gently kiss his cheek. It was something she always did to thank Amphinome for making her feel better. It came so naturally, anymore.

“Enough of that,” she said stiffly and waved her free hand as if to shoo away a pest or bit of smoke, “You’ve been away for a very long time. Is everything okay for you?”

He nodded and hummed for a moment, as if deciding where to start. “Everything is great, Alcmene. I found the warlock the Protectorate learned about. A powerful man. Old. Older than any human should be. But still very much alive. Healthy, if you can call it that. He’s wrinkled and walks with a limp, but his magics had sustained him for hundreds of years.”

“Hundreds?” Alcmene asked, her interest suddenly piqued.

“Yes. Of course, that was the source of the problem. He’d conned some backwater little village into believing some great evil or another demanded virgin sacrifices to slake its hunger. So they willingly sacrificed a new virgin every few months for him. He’d enjoy her company, give her a healthy meal, then draw away her life force to sustain himself.”

“That’s terrible!” she said with a little gasp.

“Oh, I agree. But the women were, apparently, unaware of what was happening until it was too late. He would take them into his home, feed them, then seduce them before finally casting his spell. I was told he drank of their essence while they were in the throes of orgasm. Something about it being more potent, or something.”

Alcmene knew she should be more horrified, but it had been so long since she’d had anything but her fingers between her legs. It was very unWardenlike to think such thoughts, but a part of her envied the women in the story. They died as they reached orgasm? There couldn’t be a better way to go.

“And did you partake of any of these virgins?” she asked before her brain could stop her. “Are you a few years healthier because you stole away some girl’s body and soul?”

She immediately wished she didn’t ask. Such jests were inappropriate for women to hear, much less say, not to mention she was openly accusing him of black magic. More than that, he began to stutter and stammer, looking away from her as they rounded the bend toward the nook she’d mentioned.

Her heart broke. She didn’t know why. She barely knew Manawyhn. He did find her out in the wilderness, of course. He helped her get back to the Doujin. But she barely knew him at all! And yet, the idea of him laying with another, it pained her deeper than she would have thought.

“I’m only kidding, Manawyhn,” she said, hugging his arm between her ample breast. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

He looked back at her as she led him around a rock spire toward an ancient, fat palm that had fallen in a time long forgotten. As he helped her sit up on the curve of the smooth trunk, he avoided her eyes, looking down instead.

“Did you?” she asked as a gentle breeze washed over them. She felt the air tickle at the sensitive flesh of her dark nipples and shivered. She looked down, following Manwyhn’s gaze to her laden breast exposed to the salty air.

Her eyes widened and she hastily drew her cloak shut. The clasp was absent the soft red fabric. It must have dislodged itself when she’d hugged his arm! “I’m sorry!” she said, the heat quickly rising to her cheeks. More embarrassingly than that, the heat rushed other places. Very unWardenlike places.

Manawyhn dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand and moved to sit at her side. “I’m surprised it contained you for as long as it did!” He said, then slowly drew silent again.

After several long moments of only the seagulls overhead and the waves crashing against the rocks nearby, she leaned forward and quirked a brow. “Did you?” she asked again, that pain once again stinging in her heart.

“Hm?” he asked, then looked down again, staring rather intently at the soft sand silted against the palm tree. “He made her seduce me. Sort of. He fed us both. Told me she was lost and he’d found her before any ill could befall her. He made comments that we would make a fine couple. Planted hints that I was looking at her in certain ways. Similarly, he told me she looked most interested in getting to know me.”

There was another long silence. Alcmene wasn’t sure if she should urge him on. She thought she knew the conclusion of the story, but maybe he was going to say that the warlock instead sucked her soul out there at the dinner table. It stung only a little less, but she found herself hoping that was the case.

“We were both nervous about the entire thing for completely different reasons. Or maybe the same reasons.” He gently pat her hand once again looped with his arm and sighed. “Whatever the case, the wine or his black magic, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew….” He spread his hand to the side and dropped it heavily onto his thigh.

Alcmine’s heart broke. But then something primal began to grow. She wasn’t sure if it was her own jealousy of the animal-like child growing in her belly, but she suddenly had a growing urge to re-assert herself. It made little sense why! She barely knew him!

“Were you on top?” she asked, leaning over as much as her enormous belly would allow. She set her hand on his thigh and gently rubbed to and fro. “Did you get between her legs and show her a Warden’s strength?”

She felt his muscles tense beneath her palm. She heard his breath catch in his throat and an electric excitement shot through her body, lancing into her groin and making her grow a little damp.

“Or did she take you by the hand? Did she lay you down and climb on top of you?” She almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She knew she shouldn’t be talking like that. She had been making so much progress back to being normal again! But Goddess damn it, she felt a desire, a need burning so intensely inside of herself that she needed to douse the flames lest they consume her completely.

She moved her hand up his thigh, rubbing over the inside of his legs where his robes dipped down. She pressed her fingers to his groin, struggling to feel the bulge she knew was hidden beneath the many layers of his robe. “Did she impale herself on you and ride you like a sprinting stallion? Or did you make her toes curl behind your back as she held on for dear life?” Regardless of how accurate that last sentence truly was, she knew she’d crossed a line. There was no going back now. His dick or her fingers, she was going to get off here on this beach.

“Alcmene,” he croaked, shaking his head. But he didn’t push her away. “I don’t think-…”

She cut him off, stifling his words with her lips. She kissed him deeply and moaned against the warmth of his mouth. Then she felt his hands dragging his calloused fingers over the taut flesh of her belly. She took his hands in her own, gently guiding them upward as she kissed him.

She parted her cloak and pressed his rough palms against her sensitive nipples. She gasped against him, arching her back as best as she could to press her large boobs against his hands.

He finally responded. She could feel his fingers moving, roaming the curve of her laden tits. He squeezed gently and she gasped into his lips one more time.

As their lips parted, she moaned deeply and felt him shake his head ever so slightly from side to side. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he whispered.

“Why not?” She asked. “I’m pregnant. You just came home from fucking some poor girl to death. What’s it going to hurt?”

“Your baby, if we’re not careful,” he said. “I don’t think we should take the risk. As much as I want to, I don’t think it’s a smart move right now, given the circumstances.”

Her heart leapt! He wanted to fuck her! Any resistance she might have had, any cool logic and sense that may have lingered was blown away instantly. She stared down at his hands caressing her breast beneath her own and smiled. “You’re not going to hurt the baby. He’s a tough little foal and takes every opportunity to prove it.”

She looked back up into his eyes again, staring down at him much in the same way she was sure Nessus stared at her, or how she might have stared at the centaur in the stable when she escaped. “So?” she asked again as she leaned close and gave him a quick kiss. “Were you on top?”

Alcmene saw him hesitate, but only for a moment. His hands stilled, then squeezed her again. She lifted her hands away from his and reached down to start untying his robe. “Yes.”

“Were you gentle?”

“Yes,” he said, pulling his hands away enough to pinch her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. “But only at first.” He rolled her dark peaks between his fingers and gently pulled on them before squeezing her breast again. “She wrapped her legs around me and asked me to fuck her hard. So I did.”

The angel moaned deeply at that, pulling his robes open and dropping them onto the trunk behind him. Beneath the robe, he wore a simple purple tunic and leggings, the latter of which were already tented with quite the impressive tool! Alcmene felt herself tense pleasantly in anticipation of having that thing push into her.

“Did she scream?” Alcmene asked, pulling at his tunic. He lifted his hands away from her chest long enough for her to reveal his bare chest, but they returned a moment later to start working at the waistband of her trousers hidden beneath the expanse of her middle. “Did she beg you for more as you made her a woman?”

A deep groan rolled pleasantly from the young man’s lips, making Alcmene quiver as she lifted herself up enough for him to pull her trousers away, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. “She begged me to cum in her,” he said as he unbelted his own trousers and shoved them down to his feet. “She yelled and hollered, demanding I put a baby in her. She said the demons wouldn’t get her if she was pregnant, so she wanted a Warden’s baby in her belly.”

“And did you give it to her?” Alcmene asked, staring down at the thick piece of meat throbbing between Manawyhn’s legs.

“I filled her belly,” the young man said, suddenly quite somber as he set his hands on Alcmene’s thighs. “I came inside of her as the warlock pulled her soul out of her body.”

For a moment, regret colored Alcmene’s lust. But she would be damned if she let anything ruin her opportunity for relief! Slowly, she slid off of the trunk, thankful for the cloak under her backside as she slid to the soft sand.

She leaned across the swell of her belly and kissed the tip of his nose, all she could reach of him really. “Lay down,” she said, taking his hands and carefully, slowly lowering herself and him onto their knees in the sand. “No one is going to suck my soul out.”

Manawyhn was taking a little longer than she would have liked to come out of that memory she’d dug up, but with a little urging, she got him onto his back with that throbbing pole of his standing straight up.

Slowly, she straddled his waist and reached behind herself in search of his dick. When she found it, she wasted little time guiding it into her hot, waiting folds.

She felt herself spread around his firm, throbbing cock and moaned deeply. It was that sound that pulled Manawyhn back into reality. Alcmene felt his hands press against her belly, exploring and caressing her from a new angle.

“Don’t crush me!” he called out a moment before his lips kissed at the underside and front of her tummy.

She stared down, but all she could see was her globe! She was large enough to totally eclipse him? A small giggle rang out from her lips and she shook her head as slowly, and carefully, she started to lift herself along his length then lower again. “I won’t. We have to be careful, remember?”

Somewhere beneath her, Manawyhn laughed. “And I was worried about something happening to your baby!”

She gave a small laugh and started to rock her hips. Every time she rocked back, her belly rocked forward and brushed over his chest and his chin. But he was such a good sport about it. His lips pressed against her taut flesh. His tongue dragged over her sensitive tummy.

Faster she rocked against him, careful at all times not to pound the underside of her globe against him. Her moans and gasps filled the air around her. She was sure beneath her, Manawyhn was making noises of his own, but she couldn’t hear him around the expanse of her belly!

“Fuck!” she gasped. “Fuck, you’re so good! So big, Manawyhn!” Not as big as a horse or a centaur, but after her fingers, he was enormous! “Fuck me, Manawyhn!” Whether he heard her or not, she didn’t care. She squeezed her boobs, pinching her own nipples tightly as she rode him. Warm milk splashed against her palms and she rubbed it into her tummy.

Below her, Manawyhn said something she couldn’t understand and rocked his hips eagerly up to meet her every downward rocking movement. He must be close! Excitement filled her chest!

“Fuck me, Manawyhn!” she cried out. “Cum in me! Fill my belly! Fuck me belly full of your seed!”

As she felt the first spurts of his hot essence rush into her, a fire exploded in her belly! She felt her middle tighten up uncomfortably and her canal began to quake and quiver, squeezing and pushing against her lover’s cock.

She arched her back and cried out loudly! Her wings spread above her and she shrieked as pain, heat, pleasure, and animalistic instinct filled her belly. Her eyes clamped shut as she felt her middle tighten again, much more uncomfortably than it had a moment before.

Manawyhn said something below her and she shook her head. “No,” she croaked. “No! I think… Oooooh,” another tight squeeze tore through her belly. “I don’t think that was an orgasm.”

The Warden below her said something again and she shook her head. “I cant hear you…” she said, clutching at her belly as it tightened a fourth time.

She heard Manawyhn’s voice again. “What?” she asked. “I still can’t hear.”

“Then get off of me so I can go get a midwife!”

She heard him that time!

Slowly, she rocked her weight to one side. It didn’t take long for gravity to take hold of her. She toppled heavily to the side and groaned deeply as her belly tightened again, squeezing powerfully downward.

Manawyhn said something as he gathered his clothes up in his arms. He tugged them on as he ran, stumbling and fumbling as he went.

And then she was alone.

Not alone, she reminded herself as she curled as much as she could, staring down at the shifting, writhing mass of her belly and the baby waiting to be born. She wasn’t alone at all. In fact, she was about to have company.